AWD #405: Troubling Implications
Troubling Implications
Summary: Amos brings news of The Captain's apparent identity to Elias
Date: 31/07/2016
Related Logs: Libran Revelations: Part 1
Amos Elias 
Combat Information Center - Deck 2 - Battlestar Orion
The Combat Information Center is the tactical heart of the ship. This CIC is designed in a circular formation, the original Admiral apparently a fan of the classical set-up. Dead center are a set of large monitors suspended from the ceiling with DRADIS readings as well as other vital shipboard information. Under this is a small map table outlining current plots and positions. The table has a built-in phone as well as smaller displays relating to critical damage reports. Both port and starboard watch stations are set at all times, in two rows of tiers like stadium seating, one above the other. Each station has a purpose — Helm, Weapons, Communications, Electronic Warfare, Damage Control, and further tactical monitoring. More displays and banks of computer monitors line the walls. This area is heavily guarded by armed Marines at all hours of the day and night.
AWD #405

Three days. It's been three days since Amos left Orion, three days since he's had a proper meal. Three days since he's had a shower. Tired, hungry, and aching in places he never knew existed he's now back, and liberally spreadying small clumps of Libranese dirt on the deck as he makes his way up to CIC. He's taken the time to sign his weaponry back in, ditch his rifle, and grab the camera from his bergen, but other than that he's not stopped, which does raise a few eyebrows as he steps inside what is effectively the battlestar's brain and scans around, quite clearing looking for someone in particular.

The Orion has returned entacted from multiple engagements over Libran and Aerlion, if not completely unscathed. And so the Intel Officer is standing a watch in the CIC, giving the other Tactical officers a chance to stand down and get some rest. Dressed in his blues and standing beside the main console, Elias looks bored as he pours over the reports and paperwork that comes in as the crew works on the recent battle damage. But he glances towards the hatch as Amos enters, and blinks at the sight of the Marine officer. His clipboard of reports is hastily placed aside and he hastens over to meet the man. "Captain Ommaney. Welcome back. I would have met your group in the hangar but…" he waves to the CIC. He's stuck here for now. "Were you able to find anything?"

It's always nice when the person you're looking for is where you need them to be, and Amos lets Elias come to him, rather than entering further into navy territory. "Major," he greets, sounding tired, "you'll get my full report in the morning," or once he's slept, but that counts as morning, "but yes, we were able to find out a few things that might be of interest." Slipping the camera out of a pocket in his bodyarmour he fires it up and loads a picture that appears to have been taken at dusk showing a One, and an undentified female. "That," he starts, "pointing to the woman, "is a model Ten." By the sound of his tone he's not quite finished yet, but pauses to let the Intel man take a good look.

Elias' listens to what Amos has to say with a keen interest, then gives a curt nod for the mention of the full report. "I see." He turns his head, looking at the image the Captain shows him, squinting a bit as he tries to make out details on the small display. "Good. Yes. We'll need a copy of that, of course." And since there is clearly more, the Intel officer waits to hear it, rather than continuing to prod the man who's been out in the field for days.

Amos nods once as a request for a copy is made, "we take multiple shots, you'll get copies of them all." Unless he finds his team took silly pictures while he was alseep at anypoint, they might not make it across to the major's desk. Keeping his voice a fraction lower than usual, so it shouldn't disturb those working at their stations he flicks a few more pictures across to one that clearly shows the same scene a few moments later. The One is seen heading through some sort of enterance in a rock wall, and another figure has joined the Ten. A figure in camo who Elias likely recognises. "Local intelligence sources confirm that she's a Five," he states, deadpan, letting the major join up the resultant dots himself.

While he is quite focused on watching the frame by frame progress of events, there's no clear sign of recognition for the Five from Elias. "Mmmm," he says to acknowledge the news, and takes as close a look at the image as he can on the camera screen. "Images of those two alone may have been worth the trip," he notes. "And it sounds like you were able to make contact with local resistance? Excellent."

"Brief contact yes," Amos replies, "but that'll be in my report." Then, once it becomes clear that the penny hasn't dropped yet for Elias he takes the camera back so he can zoom in on the face of the five, then passes it back. "She not seem familiar to you major?" He considers for a moment how to make it clearer without alerting the entireity of CIC to what he's saying. "She's been causing a bit of a stir of you remember?" He eventually just points gently downwards, towards P, having utterly failed to find a way to put it into words.

Elias gives Amos a bit of an odd look, then purses his lips and studies the picture of the woman again. Clearly the Captain thinks he should be seeing something, but he doesn't seem to have figured out what yet. "No," he is forced to admit. "I don't recall having seen her before. Sorry Captain. I seem to be missing the point?" Then he tips his head, looking as Amos points towards the planet they're orbiting. There's a look of disbelief on Elias' face as he pitches his voice low. "Are you telling me that is what our ghost looks like?"

Amos looks faintly exhaspirated at Elias, in that way the field officers do to their flag counterparts. As realisation fianlly downs though he nods slowly, solumnly. "I've not seen her myself, but members of my tema have, and their reactions leave me in no doubt. They identified her immediately as 'The Captain'. Positively IDed by the locals as a Five though, apparently they're tough buggers."

"Are you certain?" Elias asks, despite what Amos has already said. "Because the implications are … troubling to say the least." And even that is obviously an understatement. "Which of your people claim to have seen them both? I'll need to debrief them personally. As soon as possible."

"They were very certain," Amos repeats, "and yes, troubling. That's why I came to see you now, rather than wait. I would appreaciate it however, if you could wait until my people have slept before you speak with them. We're all in need of sleep, and you'll get much more coherant answers out of them once they're rested." He pauses, to let that hopefully sink in, then gives the names, "Sergeant Flynn, Corporal Kapali, and Private Mallas have all seen the erstwhile Captain before."

Elias' lips compress into a tight line of distaste for Amos' certainty. He is not happy about this news. Then he nods and checks his watch. "I'll give them eight hours," he agrees. Then he comes back to the salient point, at least in terms of the original mission objective. "Were you able to discover what the Ones are doing there?"

Amos doesn't argue with the timeline set out, imaging they'll either be in their racks now, or shortly. Instead he simply gives a nod to the question asked, "again, I'll put the details in my report, but in summary, they're digging below and old mine. Local legend has it that a ship from Kobol is buried under there, and there's an encampment of humanforms there at the mine." Remembering the camera again he flicks pictures until he reaches the ones Randy took of the ancient ship's hatch. "We couldn't get inside, but did spot this on the surface near the mine enterance."

Elias leans over to the camera once again, peering at the image of the mine entrance. "Mmmm," he says again. "That is … something at least." Then he straightens and nods to Amos. "You and your Marines have done good work, Captain. I'll look forward to your full report."

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